Ozark Restart

Silence.

I traveled a couple hundred miles southeast for the holiday.

No television. No music. No alcohol. No resorts or boats. Just scattered trailers, Baptist churches and convenience stores. Books and good people kept me company.

I cheated on my pledge of accessing no outside media by stealing moments with fuzzy AM broadcasts from out-of-state stations, raving preachers on the FM band and the Springfield newspaper.

The peace was interrupted only by occasional gunfire from hunters.

While it would take a lot more than a couple days in the Ozarks for me to achieve tranquility, at least I’m back to “normal.”